Backlit Palms

Cool and misty light filters through the clouds
Bringing a pastel stillness in its light.
A backlit glory to the palms
making them muted and calm.

A sense of oneness with the light
going ever so gently into the twilight.
The calm prevades
in the remains of the day.

Sink you ever so gently into the night.
Oh palms of fading glory of night.
Do not be stark and sharp,
but muted and soft.
Like the remains of the day
with its misty twilight and calm stillness.

[c] 1999 by Rosemary Winters Tracey

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